NUMBNESS. It was the only thing Oscar felt as he sat in that place. He was blindfolded until he reached his cell in that facility. He could hear the sounds of punching bags being hit and wooden sticks getting kicked. His cell was small and cold with nothing but a metal bed, a pillow, and a blanket. On the other end of it was a toilet with a small basin and a faucet.
The distance between the wall and the metal bars was wide enough for him to sprawl his arms. There wasn’t much space to walk in though, and it would only take two strides to reach the toilet. There weren’t even any drapes to separate the bed area from the toilet area. Nope, nothing there that could be used to cover him when he did his business at all.
Also, his pillow felt like a block of wood instead of feathers. His blanket
